It would appear that the husband and I are leaving the house. Saturday night is my husband’s business’ Christmas party (overlook any apostrophe error there…?) so we are headed to Shrewsbury for a night on the town.
The car is arranged. The table is booked. The babysitter is organised. The friends have been rallied. I may or may not have bought a new pair of fabulous shoes and a sequinned top to wear out!! Essentially my entire game plan is ‘don’t spend all night worrying about the babies and don’t fall asleep at 10pm’. Wish me luck!